Good Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

I said, he scoffed. " So now that you're here can you please get me something to eat? I'm dying here!" I exclaimed " all you care about is food, if you eat too much you'll grow obese and explode" he insulted me. I smiled " that's not gonna happen cause nobody explodes from obesity" I said smartly. He started heading for the door," well they never said it won't happen, you can be the first case" " Screw yo-""bye" and he was gone.

“There’s no reason to be uncomfortable when he’s around, he’s even making things lighter with his presence, along with his silly jokes.” “That I couldn’t agree more,” She said and we both laughed. “Honestly, he should work on his jokes, they’re very bad.” We laughed at how we talked about Ethan’s corny jokes. However, I find his jokes amusing and appealing, maybe because he’s not used to doing it around other people that I think it’s cute when he does whenever he’s around us. It could be addicting when I thought about his jokes though.

"We can ask for a bag and put the food in to eat later! After all, I already had breakfast; my little stomach won't be able to swallow all that food!" Steve scowled at my words. "Are you sure your belly is small? I bet there's a lot of fat stuck in there!" Steve spoke lightly. Fat? Didn't he know that mentioning fat to women was annoying? "Steve," I called softly. "Yes?" "You make me want to stuff any fat in your goddamn mouth!" Hearing my annoyance, Steve even laughed with satisfaction. He didn't even feel guilty after calling me. "I'm just kidding! Relax, I'm sure there's no fat on your belly; maybe it's stuck to your calves? Ah, or maybe in your arms? You can check later!"

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

I raised a brow, “Try me.” He grinned like a child who had been given permission to cause chaos, “Okay. Did you hear about the guy who invented Lifesavers?” I gave him a flat look, “Seriously?” “He made a mint.” I groaned, and it was genuine this time, “Nathan, I swear…” He shrugged, clearly pleased with himself, “There’s more where that came from. Want another?” I rolled my eyes but nodded, “Fine. I could use a few more bad jokes.”

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

I said in a tone that said, please don't try me today. “Whatever, I wasn't talking to you and it doesn't matter whose table it was; bottom line is you and your friend need to understand that Syn and Shawn are off limits; so you can keep all those giggles, trying to be cute to yourselves. It's sad because you and your friends flirting, giggling, and shit, but I can tell you that him and Shawn are not into fat girls." Syncere's girlfriend said thinking she could actually, hurt our feelings with fat jokes. They were the only ones who thought that dumb shit was funny. Syncere and Shawn looked embarrassed and looking at us saying sorry with their eyes. Me and Ki-Ki looked at each other chuckling.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before the Internet exploded. Uncle Leonard scrolled through the comments, his face growing darker by the minute. "The comments are flooding in, and almost all of them are criticizing you." He read out the most-liked comments, "This is what today's youth are like—they don't know how to cherish opportunities! "He's wasting educational resources! He should be stripped of the top-scorer title! "I bet he's trying to be an Internet celebrity. How disgusting! "A person like him doesn't deserve the title of top scorer. Apologize to all the other examinees!

Liam smiled. I eyed the food and grinned. Waffles drizzled with chocolate, fried eggs, and coffee with lots of creams just the way I like. "Are you trying to make me fat," I said, taking a bite. "Yeah," Liam rolled his eyes. "I can easily find more permanent ways to do that," I stopped eating and my smile fell. He was kidding, right? He has to... "What?" I squeaked. "Jeez, relax!" Liam laughed. "It was a joke. Though I didn't take you for those who don't love kids,"